A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Briar Rose by Selena Kitt

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In this modern version of the fairy tale classic, although her dreams are filled with sensual imagery, and she’s often awakened with a throbbing sense of release, Rose has never had a sexual climax—at least, not while conscious.

When she’s forced to confess her faked orgasms to her fiancé on the eve of their wedding, she finds herself alone, abandoned and suicidal—until her aunt gives her a business card with the name of a special clinic. Rose has undergone all sorts of physical and mental examinations in the past, but her aunt assures her that this place is “different.”

Desperate for a solution, Rose decides to give it one last try, and finds that Dr. Matt, as he insists she call him, is indeed very different from any other person she’s ever met, and he’s determined to get to the bottom of her problem—one way or another.

Warnings: This title contains graphic language and sex.

Word Count: 22,112

Isis, Sizzling Hot Books

"...a good quick read. I have loved every book by Selena Kitt and Briar Rose is no exception...

Leanna, Two Lips Reviews, 4/5 Kisses!

"The tale is riveting, humorous...definitely some of the hottest reading I've done in a long time...pick this book up or any of the others in the series by this author, you'll be spellbound too!"

EXCERPT:

“So you’ve never experienced an orgasm?” Dr. Matt chewed thoughtfully on the top of his pen and Rose distracted herself from her own rising, uncomfortable blush by noting how mangled and twisted the tip was from his constant gnawing. It was a nervous habit she wouldn’t have expected from a professional, but somehow it made him seem more human, and for that she was glad.

“I’m not sure.” She could feel the roses blooming in her cheeks and looked down at the paper dress she wore. It hardly covered anything, but Dr. Matt didn’t seem to notice or care. He was a doctor, after all, even if he’d insisted she use his first name after the title instead of his last, and that meant he might really be able to help her. She had to tell him the truth. “You see, I have these dreams…”

Dr. Matt waited patiently for her to go on, still chewing on his pen. His teeth were very white and very straight, his eyes dark and watchful. He reminded her so much of Sam it hurt. Dr. Matt was decidedly handsome, somewhere around her age, and she found it very difficult to speak about her problem to a man who looked and sounded far too much like her fiancé. Finally, she went on, feeling the slow burn spreading down from her cheeks to her neck.

“So you’re having nocturnal emissions?” He noted something on his clipboard, glancing up when she didn’t respond. “Wet dreams?”

She nodded her assent, not trusting her voice.

“But you’ve never had an orgasm while you’re awake?” he inquired, cocking his head, a sad sort of sympathy in his eyes that made her want to either crawl under the table or smack him—she couldn’t decide which. “Either alone or with a partner?”

“No,” she finally confessed. “Never.”

He nodded, tapping the pen against his straight, white teeth. “And you’ve tried all the usual methods of stimulation—fingers, vibrators…?”

Rose closed her eyes, shaking her head. “I’ve tried everything.” She couldn’t even begin to try to tell him the things she’d tried, the various implements and manipulations that had gone on between her thighs over the years in an attempt to bring her some semblance of pleasure.

“Interesting.” He was writing on his clipboard again.

“So do you think you can help me?”

“Don’t worry, we’ll get to the bottom of this.” He stood, putting his clipboard aside and standing. Rose shrank as he came toward her, towered over her, far too close for her comfort. “If that’s really what you want. Is it?”

“I—” She hesitated, meeting his gaze. It was straightforward and far too knowing. “Of course I do. Why else would I be here?”

He smiled. “You did read all of the consent forms you signed, didn’t you?”

“Of course.” Rose squirmed on the table, feeling the paper beneath her naked bottom crinkle. Her answer wasn’t exactly true. She’d been tired and the forms were long and involved.

Dr. Matt reached out and took her hand, clasping it between two of his. His touch was shockingly warm and familiar. “Rose, we’re not going to get to the bottom of this if you lie to me.”

She stared at him, mouth agape. “What—?” She couldn’t help flashing back to the look on Sam’s face when she admitted that yes, she had lied, she’d been faking her orgasms all along. The pain of the moment took her breath away.

When she complied with his request to recline onto the table for the physical exam, Rose realized her aunt had been right. This place really was different from any other place she had ever been for treatment, and this Dr. Matt was different as well. She just didn’t know yet if that was a good thing or a bad thing.